Sure enough, Feng Jin came over to ask Qi Guan to settle the account.
But literati, especially smart literati, do not settle accounts by rolling up their sleeves.
Jiang Pengji looked left and right, only to see Feng Jin and Qi Guan let them sit on one side, arguing, no one would give in, the whole tent was filled with invisible gunpowder, she rolled her eyes secretly, yes Speaking to the audience in the live broadcast room.
[Anchor V]: Bet or not, are these two men female-controlled? The quarrel can be so literary and artistic, and I have also increased my knowledge.
It was clear that she was the one who started the war. When things got bigger, she picked herself up.
Such a brazen anchor is simply a clear stream in the live broadcast industry.
[Sugar-Free Mints]: Female control is not scary, but scary people have brains. I thought the two were chatting happily just now, but after translating from the big guy in the live broadcast room, I realized that they were arguing.
[Forty-meter sword]: Literature and art are not scary. The scary thing is that you don't understand it, and you think people are praising you. That's embarrassing.
[Big Red Dates]: Don't you think the anchor is the worst? It was obvious that she started the dispute first.
Jiang Pengji held her cheek, whether it was Qi Guanrang or Feng Jin, they couldn't take the initiative to tear her up, and they couldn't beat her.
After tearing for a long time, the two indistinguishable people chose a truce with a tacit understanding, brewing tea and drinking tea, and there was no trace of the war.
Jiang Pengji rolled her eyes... She didn't quite understand the way you literati quarrel.
The medical technology in ancient times was very backward, and there were too many injuries. Lang Zhong couldn’t be busy at all. Many seriously ill patients couldn’t survive at all. They were unwilling to breathe. It's ok.
A few days later, the dead wounded were buried, and Jiang Pengji ordered the village to be pulled out and set off.
Riding Dabai, wearing cool clogs on his feet, Jiang Pengji clears the road ahead, followed by a few slow-moving carriages, with food, herbs, and seriously injured people in the carriages. .
The people packed their bags and followed behind the team, and Jiang Pengji specially arranged two-thirds of the trilogy and the Imperial Army to protect these people.
Meng Hun led the scouts to explore the road ahead, reporting the situation every quarter of an hour.
Feng Jin rode a jujube red horse and stepped forward to ask Jiang Pengji.
"According to the part of Fengyi County, people there have been dying of the plague one after another. Should Lanting consider changing the route and go around Xiangyang County? After all, these people behind them are not suitable for going to the epidemic area. There will be unnecessary casualties.”
Jiang Pengji understood that in ancient times, there was no special medicine, and these diseases were very terrifying, and one spread could take away countless lives.
She nodded and said, "Divert to Xiangyang County, settle these people first, and then go to other places in Fengyi County."
After a catastrophe, there must be epidemics, and that is because the hygiene and epidemic prevention work has not been done well.
Jiang Pengji took action in time, chose to bury the corpses, and sprinkled lime to reduce the possibility of the corpses suddenly soiling.
The camp is cleaned frequently, and the objects used by the injured are also disinfected with mugwort water. In addition, God has given face, and there is no epidemic in Shangjing. However, it was different in Fengyi County. According to the disaster relief work there, many corpses were lying on the streets, rotting corpses were everywhere, and wild cats and dogs devoured the corpses. In the end, not only the river was polluted, but even the People's living water is also not clean.
Under such circumstances, it is still a hot summer, and it is difficult for the epidemic not to break out.
Jiang Pengji could only order everyone to be careful, pay attention to the food and water that they eat every day, and the water of mugwort leaves and reed roots have not been interrupted. Only on the premise of saving their own lives, they can save more people.
Xu Ke frowned and added, "If you do this, Lang Jun must remember to write documents to other county magistrates, and Fengyi County Governor will also notify. It will certainly arouse their suspicion and panic."
Jiang Pengji is now only the chief of Xiangyang County, not the county governor of Fengyi County. In theory, he cannot run around outside his own territory.
"Compared to these, I'm more worried about the situation in Xiangyang County." Qi Guan let him join the discussion in a dignified manner, and said solemnly, "Xiangyang County is also affected by the earthquake, and when the earthquake occurred, there was no one in charge in Xiangyang County. People, maybe it's already in a mess, and I don't know what the situation will be there. If there is also a plague, Lanting will be busy for a while."
Fortunately, Xiangyang County is vast and sparsely populated, and even if the people suffer heavy casualties, it is impossible to form a large-scale plague.
Qi Guan Rang thought calmly, his pure black eyes carried a chilling coldness.
"I have sent a team to Xiangyang County to investigate the situation, and there will be news in two days."
Jiang Pengji naturally thought of these questions, and most of them have already made preparations.
To tell the truth, with such a worry-free future lord, Xu Ke and the others felt that it was quite easy. A god-like lord is always better than a pig-like lord... If the other party can change that stinky temper, it will be more perfect.
When Jiang Pengji took nearly 20,000 people to Xiangyang County, Wei Ci fell ill halfway and had a high fever for two days, almost burning out his brain.
"Cough-cough-"
The delicate and perfect face was quickly thinned under the torture of the disease, but a beauty is a beauty. Even if she is ill, she still has a dizzying beauty. Wei Ci got up with difficulty, drank the bowl of dark concoction, and spit it out almost without nausea.
"Oh, I really don't know why you are so anxious." Zhang Ping help him to lie down helplessly, and let the book boy bring some candied fruit over, "Since the earth moved that day, I always feel that you have something buried in your heart, and you have to travel day and night. Regardless of your own body, you are finally sick, right?"
Wei Ci felt hot all over, but the high fever still didn't subside, and she was confused even seeing people in front of her.
"Xiheng, kindness is fine..."
Zhang Ping snorted, "I'm fine, if the fever doesn't go away, my brain will be ready to serve."
If it weren't for this time he and Wei Ci were on the road together, who knows if this person would have fallen ill halfway and died in some wilderness
He had never seen such a lack of love for his body.
Wei Ci's body was not very strong at first, and now he is still so foolish, isn't it death.
He was still having a high fever, and the breath he exhaled was scorching hot. Wei Ci didn't even dare to sleep now. As soon as he fell asleep, it was all kinds of nightmares, which made him extremely tired.
In this state, Zhang Ping would not allow Wei Ci to continue on the road, so the two of them simply stayed in this hotel for a while.
Day two.
Zhang Ping heard that a monk who had come to beg for alms also seemed to want to stay overnight, but the owner of the farmer declined, and there were no more rooms left.
"The old man took the liberty to ask, is there a young man surnamed Wei in the benefactor's mansion?"
Zhang Ping was about to make decoctions when he heard the old monk outside asking the farmer with a smile, and his nerves suddenly became tense.
An old monk
Looking for Wei Ci